Its officially over between Bernard and I coz it seems like he still likes his ex, among other reasons as too why he suddenly decides he doesnt like me.

Itz good oso, I can imagine how it would be like if I married an Ah beng.

Lets assume that he inherits the coffeeshop and continues selling Char siew noodles. Lets assume I seduced a famous scientist to tell the world that Char siew noodles help increase sperm count so the business is doing very well.

Lets assume that I continue to lead a credit-card-ad-gal life although I do not have a credit-card-guy husband.

Josh is our son (I plan to call my son Josh coz it sounds cute. Josh may be the most common name in future coz everybody seems to think all Joshes are cute. A few years back I thought of calling my son Prestige coz I wanted to lead a credit-card-gal life remember? And I want my son's name to sound as prestigious as his mum is. That was until someone reminded me that Prestige was the name for the Mercs cab.) who is 8 years old.

A typical scenerio.

Josh: "Mommy just now daddy ask me go buy cigarettes for him."

Me, on phone: "Ah den? Go buy lar. No money to buy meh?" *takes out a hundred dollar bill to give him and shoo him away*

Josh: "I go liao but the mama shop auntie scold me say I so young learn to smoke. And she say that the minimum age for buying cigarettes is now offically 48. I am 40 years from buying cigarettes."

Bernard: "Si mi si violan lessan? Everytime only know how to waste my money one leh you. Got so much money send Kosh go take bike license lar! Violan no use one lar. Wait he become Guai Lan, not Violan sia!" *chuckles at his own joke, which no one finds funny*

Me: "1stly, our son's name is Josh, not Kosh. You could have tried to remember after 8 yrs! 2ndly, it is vioLIN, not LAN. 3rdly, Joshie is only 8, you want him take what bike license!"